novelraw Chapter 421: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (6)
Chapter 421: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (6)
Before long, another bowl of noodles was finished. Only then did he feel satisfied.Qiao Mo glanced at him, stood up, and began to tidy up the dishes, washing them in the kitchen.
Fu Nancheng took off his clothes without a hint of modesty and slipped into the bathroom to shower.
The bathroom was very small, almost too cramped to turn around in.
The showerhead was very low, and he had to bow his head slightly under it, or else he’d bump his head.
But obviously, Fu Nancheng was in a great mood.
Having finished with the dishes, Qiao Mo came out and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, pausing for a moment.
She moved closer and noticed that the bathroom door wasn’t closed tightly. Wisps of white steam drifted out through the gap, making the entire room feel misty.
A trace of complexity flickered in Qiao Mo’s eyes.
She looked at the time, it was already near five o’clock, and it was getting dark outside.
Was he not planning to leave today?
Before long, Fu Nancheng came out with a pink HELLO KITTY towel around his waist, and the moment Qiao Mo saw him, she twitched at the corners of her eyes...
Her HELLO KITTY towel...
How was she supposed to use it in the future?
Fu Nancheng glanced at her and walked straight to the bedroom.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she blocked him: "Fu Nancheng."
Seeing the woman blocking his way, he forced his gaze away from her pink lips and met her eyes.
"You’ve eaten and showered. You should leave now."
He lightly blew by her ear and watched as her snow-white earlobe gradually turned red, adorably: "I have something to talk to you about."
Qiao Mo’s earlobe reddened, yet her expression remained cold: "If you have something to say, say it here; it’s inconvenient for a man and a woman to be alone in a room."
His dark eyes were deep, closing in on her step by step.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened again, and she stepped back a few paces, only to bump into the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat: "Fu Nancheng..."
One of his hands fell to her waist to hold her in place, the other gently lifted her chin, speaking slowly: "How is it inconvenient? Is there a man hidden in the room?"
He was so close to her, his well-built chest strong and pale, carrying a faint fresh scent that easily engulfed her. A few drops of water occasionally fell from his hair onto her neck, cool...
Qiao Mo’s throat tightened a bit, and she turned her head to avoid his gaze.
He seized the chance to bury his head in her neck hollow, and Qiao Mo shivered all over, as if currents coursed through her body. Her hands rested on his chest, trying to push him away: "Fu Nancheng..."
"When in bed together, why didn’t it feel inconvenient? Hm?" He spoke slowly, his voice raspy.
Before she could answer, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist: "Is this inconvenient?"
"Or is it this that’s inconvenient?"
Qiao Mo’s breathing quickened a bit, her shoulder was burning, and she softly lowered her eyes: "Fu Nancheng... you should leave."
An unpleasant flicker crossed his eyes. Since he arrived, she had been urging him to leave.
Did she really want him to leave that badly?
His large hand pinched her cheeks, forcing her to turn and meet his eyes: "What, am I not welcome?"
His dark eyes were as deep as whirlpools, making Qiao Mo’s heart tremble.
He stared directly at her and spoke coldly: "Or have you found a new love so quickly?"
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled lightly, her body softened, and she couldn’t help but speak: "Fu Nancheng, you already have a fiancée, can you let me go?"
Upon hearing this, his gaze softened a bit.
She had finally spoken up.
He had been waiting for her to ask him.